I Am a Condor

I fly, alone, powerful, high up in the skies Wondering at what makes clouds grey At what makes the land green At what does there be for me, except the carrying of my duty I fly, alone, powerful, wanting to be deaf at humanity's cries When, I do see that blindly, people do go on their way While being consciously mean While being attached to this world and its promise of liberty I fly, alone, powerful, knowing full well that I am scary Even weird, for I am a predator I hunt, live, and do take the time to sit and wonder Wonder at why does life seem to be so silly I am the condor, the one great powerful bird of the world I am the only one who does see what does there be up above Above the blue veil, above the grey cloud But, being the guard of the skies, I do keep pretending to be a silent sentry! 5/14/2015